Except for Sun Jiao, who was still a cabinet minister but not in the capital, the Seventeenth Counselor went to the palace to discuss matters.
The capital city has naturally heard about the drought situation in the south. Otherwise, no one would have been talking about the celestial phenomenon warning because of disrespect for the Holy Master.
Could it be that if the current Confucius ritual is maintained, it will rain in the south immediately?
When Zhu Houcong saw that everyone had arrived, he said coldly: "I have made up my mind to reschedule the ceremony for the sacrifice of Dacheng Wenxuan."
This name is certain, and it is quite clear how to change it.
Yang Tinghe asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, I have taken stock of the money and grain stored in various warehouses in the past few days..."
Zhu Houcong raised his hand: "No need to worry! It's only two months before my Longevity Holy Day. As the decree continues, the vassal kings and their relatives will start their journey to Beijing one after another. If the commander-in-chief of each province is appointed by his relatives, he will be recommended first. It will be issued temporarily to the general who has died."
Cui Yuan looked solemn and said softly: "Elder Ge, everyone, prepare for war, prepare for war."
They are all smart people, so there is no need to say much.
The imperial court calculates available money and grain. Under the current situation, how can it only calculate inventory?
This is a decisive battle of taking sides, and there is no room for compromise because of the so-called "right time, right place, right people".
If there are difficulties today, will there not be any tomorrow? What is the best time?
When we meet on a narrow road, the one who fights bravely wins.
Zhu Houcong said indifferently: "I am the emperor. All civil and military officials, gentry and common people in the world can make meritorious deeds or rebel in a matter of seconds. I ordered Zhang Fujing to be the governor of Shandong. There are still so many people in the world who feel that although I am determined, the weather will not change. If the location is favorable and the people are good, the advantage lies with the other generation, I will give in. If you are stubborn, then you will use your head and wealth as a reward. Who is willing to take it for me?"
At this point, Yang Tinghe and others were breathing heavily.
Zhu Houcong looked at them: "I have expressed my determination to the world, and there will no longer be any reason for the Qing Dynasty to sideline the emperor! If you don't obey, you will be rebelling! The edict is issued to the world. After the Wanshou Holy Festival, I will patrol the south to inspect the disaster."
Cui Yuan also looked at him with shock.
But just like the imperial commander's personal expedition, the emperor's personal visit to the place has an intimidating effect that is unparalleled.
Isn’t it true that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away? Isn’t it the right place and the right people?
When the emperor is close at hand, where is the geographical advantage? Will human harmony collapse?
The emperor sees disaster, but how to use the opportunities brought by the weather? Do you dare not do your best for disaster relief?
But the Southern Tour requires money, and the Southern Tour needs to be on guard against stabbings.
Everyone in the imperial study room was nervously discussing that the emperor wanted to play himself as a card, but the first thing to be agreed upon was the Confucius Sacrifice Code.
First, he lost the title of King Confucius and changed his name to Dacheng Wenxuanxianshi.
Second, go to the Confucius disciples to pursue the title of duke, marquis, uncle, etc., and call them sages.
Third, the statues of Confucius in various places were destroyed and replaced with wooden ones, and the size and the words written on them were determined.
Fourthly, it is stipulated that the Confucius Temple only offers sacrifices once a year on birthdays, with ten bundles of beans and ten beans; localities also only offer sacrifices once on birthdays, with eight bundles of beans and eight beans.
Fifth, change the regulations of the Confucius Temple and not call it a temple...
This matter was first discussed and an edict was drafted immediately because it had to be sent to Shandong immediately: on his birthday this year, Zhang Fujing would worship Confucius accordingly.
Discussions about the disaster in the south and other matters continued in the imperial study, and this edict was first sent to the Imperial College for reading.
Under Zhu Houcong's instruction, the news spread quickly.
In the hot weather, many of the supervisors who had been copying "Examinations of Practical Studies and Dialectics" for more than half a month were busy.
"Such a big matter has been settled like this? Is this still a meeting? Why not issue an edict directly?"
"What's the use of having hundreds of officials? What's the use of raising scholars?"
"We have a complete understanding of this practical science. If you ask me to say it, it is ridiculous! It doesn't make sense!"
It’s not that no one thought that there were so many people under the emperor, and what was the purpose of asking them to copy it.
However, the discussion on worshiping Confucius suddenly appeared and was ended suddenly. This showed no respect for the opinions of the officials and scholars who opposed it.
How dare you? There is a severe drought in the south, and the weather is warning us!
"...Everyone! Everyone! The king has something to do and is going to kowtow! Outside Chengtianmen, several adults are already kowtowing together!" An excited supervisor rushed in from outside the courtyard, "This is a chaotic system! All dynasties have respected Confucius and Chongru, sincerely As Wang Jishi said, once this system comes out, will it be clear that it will not end? The country has been raising scholars for hundreds of years, and today is the festival of justice and death!"
After the words Zhu Houcong stole from Yang Shen to praise him came out, they were used here today.
The Imperial College was suddenly filled with passion, and too many of the students were hot-headed.
However, many of them looked on with cold eyes, or advised some of their friends out of friendship.
"Now that the order has been issued, don't be impulsive and disobey it!"
"Ying De, you are still young, you don't understand!"
"Why don't I understand? I..."
"You like astronomy and geography, Qimen Dunjia, military strategies, and calendrical calculations. You certainly take the physics method seriously! But you came to the Imperial Academy to study the classics and become the pillar of the country! Although you haven't yet If you win the election, you should always worry about the country! You are from Changzhou Prefecture, and now there is a drought in the south. Aren't you worried about the people in your hometown? This is all caused by His Majesty being misled by the traitorous party and not respecting teachers and principles and reforming the system! Today Will you go to the Zhongyi Death Festival?"
Tang Shunzhi, a Gongsheng student from Changzhou Prefecture with the courtesy name Yingcheng, looked at him with complicated eyes.
He is eighteen years old this year. Although he can see clearly, he still has a lot of feelings and loyalty towards his friends, so he is not so cold.
But in the eyes of his friends, his speechlessness meant that he was greedy for life and afraid of death. His friend flicked his sleeves and said, "If we don't agree with each other, we will never work together. Today you and I will break up our friendship!"
After saying that, he happily joined those who were going to knock on the que.
Tang Shunzhi scratched his head helplessly.
Idiot? Isn't this right? Can't you read the endless mysteries in "An Examination of Practical Studies and Dialectics"?
In the Imperial College, there are also many older students.
They looked at these young people and saw Kong Zhewen and other sages and descendants who were surrounded by them. Although they were very excited but could not hide their fear, their eyes flashed with inexplicable light.
Why was this edict suddenly issued at this time to draw up the Confucius Sacrifice Code? Many people are really stupid.
The general trend has been decided. Maybe the provincial examination next year and the national examination the year after that will really test practical studies and dialectics.
Unprecedented opportunity!
There will be countless official positions vacant in the world!
Many scholars, including those in the Imperial College and those living in the capital, joined the procession to knock on the temple outside Chengtian Gate.
As long as someone takes the lead, there will always be someone who feels that there is strength in numbers and that “big things can be done.”
The imperial study room is still discussing arrangements for disaster relief in the south, which involves the verification of the disaster situation, the exemption of grain taxes this year, and the arrangements for subsequent disaster relief grain and disaster relief funds.
Huang Jin hurriedly came to report: "Your Majesty, Wang Rumei, the official of the etiquette department outside Chengtianmen, holds a blood letter in his hand. There are 49 officials, big and small, 183 supervisors, and 35 scholars in the capital. The number is still high. It’s increasing.”
Cui Yuan and others all looked at the emperor.
Zhu Houcong actually laughed: "Did you say anything?"
"Wang Rumei shouted..." Huang Jin looked at him a little uneasily, "There is a severe drought in the south, and the celestial phenomena are warning. Your Majesty should take back the new system of the Dacheng Holy Text to Xuanwang Sacrifice, issue an edict to sin against yourself, fast and pray for rain..."
"Sin your own edict? Pray for rain?" Zhu Houhuang laughed twice and waved his hands, "I and my advisers are busy. Go and pass on my oral edict. The edict has been issued and the world will abide by it. If you pronounce the edict three times and do not disperse, you will be dismissed from office. , remove from prison and remove from service, each person will be given twenty sticks."
"Your Majesty..." Yang Tinghe stood up in shock, "That's already more than two hundred people..."
Although there are no high-ranking officials involved, so many officials were dismissed at one go. There are so few people working in the six departments, and there are still many things that need people to do!
Zhu Houcong raised his hand and pressed it: "Continue the discussion. There are not many others in Da Ming, but there are many smart people!"
Huang Jin hurriedly left the imperial study and went to notify Zhang Yong first.
If he really refuses to let go, then this spanking will require a lot of people with a royal staff.
In addition, shouldn’t Beijing be wary of subsequent reactions?
Outside Chengtian Gate, Wang Rumei held up the blood book with both hands with a firm expression, and still repeated the sentence loudly: "There is a severe drought in the south, and the people are in dire straits. The celestial phenomena have given a warning, and I am waiting for His Majesty Fu Wei to take back the new system of the Dacheng Holy Text and Xuanwang Sacrifice Code, and punish him." Ji Zhao, fast and pray for rain, in order to relieve the worries of the people and the worries of the world!"
His voice was a little hoarse. When he shouted, the people around him saw the crowd of people kneeling on the ground and started shouting at the top of their lungs.
This sound spread all the way to the yamen of the Five Prefectures and Six Ministries south of Waijinshui Bridge.
Fan Ting, the Zhaomo of the Ministry of Revenue, is still serving as Zhaomo today.
In fact, there had been a lot of changes in the high-ranking officials in the court. He had a chance to become a sixth-rank official, but he was afraid.
Of course, he was only a civil servant and wanted to be an eighth-grade official. Even if he wanted to be promoted to another official in the future, it would be best for him to go to an idle department.
The heads of the Household Department are responsible for more things in the Provincial Officials Department. If you are not careful, things will go wrong!
Now, Fan Ting looked at the back of Wang Zuo, the envoy of Jinyiwei North Town, standing beside the Jinshui Bridge in front of him.
Wang Zuo temporarily assigned the authority of the commander of the Jinyi Guards, and now he watched with cold eyes as more people came in from Zuo'anmen and You'anmen to join the knocking team.
Something big is going to happen!
Several chiefs, ministers, and doctors also went to the Ministry of Household Affairs. Now the number of officials from various ministries and offices who were "not doing business" has reached fifty-eight. Fan Ting glanced at the official who was watching the fun with him. Ninth Grade Inspection: "Something big is going to happen!"
The inspector's eyes shone brightly: "Something big is going to happen!"
It's best to be dismissed from office!
Fan Ting still remembered the last time he went to Shouning Hou Mansion to meet the steward Fang Muxian, and how much sweat he had sweated after seeing Fang Muxian kneel down there.
How could the emperor be forced to issue such a thing as sinner's edict? Then he has to be willing!
Are these people crazy?
As a minister of household affairs, Fan Ting naturally knew that official documents were arriving from many places in Nanjing and about the severe drought.
The Ming Dynasty was so big that some places were always hit by various disasters every year. There are earth dragons turning around, rain, drought, locusts, wind...
Before things like the current new law, wouldn’t it have been the same?
Fan Ting doesn't think about messy things like politics. He has passed the age when he was once full of ambitions. Now he is just a minor official in the capital, with a wife and children living a stable life.
It seems that many of them still have too much land and are afraid of the new law.
But why are these supervisors and scholars, who have not yet become officials, joining in the fun?
Fan Ting was thinking like this, and suddenly felt that the front was quiet for a while, and then it became noisy again.
This time the sound was very messy.
It was chaotic for a while, quiet for a moment, and then it became chaotic again, and there was even more crying.
But some people hurriedly walked away from Waijinshuiqiao with their heads lowered, and left the left and right Anmen as if they were fleeing under Wang Zuo's cold eyes.
After the third commotion, the noise inside became louder.
A moment later, there was a scream.
Fan Ting took a breath of cold air and said in a voiceless voice: "Tingzhang?"
The inspector replied excitedly: "Tingzhang! There are still more than 200 people inside, right?"
Good guy!
He wanted to run over and have a look, but he didn't dare.
At the entrance of Wufu and Liubu, there were countless people like them crowding at the door and looking over there from a distance.
It's hard to see what's going on outside Chengtian Gate, which is blocked by the Waijinshui Bridge.
But the constant screams became the main sound, along with cries and curses.
They only saw another person running up the Waijinshui Bridge and trying to leave, but Wang Zuo led many Jinyi guards to block the top of the bridge, watching from a distance and driving them back with swords.
The inspector suddenly said: "I'm going out on an errand."
Hurry and inform your brother-in-law who owns a drug store that the golden sore medicine should be sold at a good price today!
Outside Chengtianmen, Wang Rumei was pushed to the ground.
"Snapped!"
The imperial stick that I didn't enjoy that day was enjoyed today.
It fucking hurts!
The emperor is really crazy! Really crazy!
What is the situation now? Do we really want the world to be in chaos?
"Hunjun! Hunjun!" He shouted to vent the pain coming from his buttocks.
Dismissal from office, expulsion from official title.
It's gone, it's gone.
He completely lost his mind in severe pain and anger.
Huang Jin, who was serving the sentence in front of him, had a serious look on his face: "You are stubborn and insulting your father! Increase the fight by twenty! Fight hard! Fight with all your heart!"
This was done without permission, but he was not afraid of the emperor's punishment.
In the imperial study room, what is being discussed now is war preparation and disaster preparation!
What makes Huang Jin most angry is that the emperor has devoted all his efforts to reform and enrich the country, but these people refuse to stop over and over again, always causing trouble!
His majesty is diligent and knowledgeable, and even his advisers are convinced.
With these grades 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9 in front of you, don’t you want to think about why there is no grade 3 or above here?
Just you?
Kong Zhewen wanted to leave, but he had no shame.
It is to remove his ancestor's royal title and lower his ancestor's sacrificial standards!
Now, the damn chief eunuch Bingbi and the royal eunuch Huang Jin didn't bring enough young eunuchs.
There were too many people, and they had to line up to get beaten.
Seeing the officials who were beaten first wailing and the official uniforms outside their buttocks were beaten until they were sticky with flesh and blood, Kong Zhewen's legs became weak and his whole body was trembling.
Wang Rumei has finished beating the twenty sticks, and is now beating the twenty newly added sticks. The sticks are powerful and heavy.
"...Sign up with the officials, speak with the officials..."
Are you going to be killed with a stick?
This one will definitely be killed with a stick!
Kong Zhewen glanced at the cold-faced Huang Jin from a distance, and saw only undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, another person from Zhongshushe came out of Chengtianmen, holding an imperial edict in his hand and walked towards the Liuke Corridor.
Walk through the Six Section Corridor again, and the edict can be issued.
They didn't know what the content of the imperial edict was, but it was obvious that they were being beaten here. In the imperial study room, the emperor and his advisers were still making decisions that affected the people of the world.
He didn't seem to be delayed at all by their knocking on the door.
I don’t care at all whether people will be killed here!
Finally, a patch of hot urine soaked Kong Zhewen's crotch: The emperor just wants to kill people.
Even the most holy King Wenxuan of Dacheng has changed his royal title and lowered his sacrificial standards. Does he still care about Qingshi's reputation?
The decree did not mention what to do with Yan Shenggong, but Zhang beheaded him and went to Shandong.
father……
Kong Zhewen fainted and fell to the ground - he was very tired. He had been kneeling here for a long time in this hot weather, and now he was so miserable and frightened that he was covered in cold sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, Kong Zhewen suddenly felt severe pain and woke up.
"ah--"
The screams could not penetrate through the numerous palace gates such as Chengtian Gate, Fengtian Gate, Fengtian Hall, Huagai Hall, and Jinshen Hall, so they could not be heard in the imperial study room behind them.
It's quiet here.
Zhu Houcong nodded: "Then let's do it. The water patrol censors in the disaster-stricken provinces will inspect the water conservancy relief work. Officials of the fourth grade and below who are unable to provide disaster relief can be dismissed from their posts on the spot. After reporting to the governor of each province, the officials who are responsible for the work will be promoted on the spot, regardless of the regulations. Regardless of origin or rank!”
Below the magistrate, if you don't do things well, you will be kicked out.
What is the ceiling for talented people?
Why are you making such a fuss now? Isn’t it because being an official is so great?
Is there still a shortage of people who want to be officials or high officials?
"A decree is sent to the governors of all provinces, those of third rank and below, can first be convicted, searched, and reported to the capital. If the chief envoys of the provinces are not loyal to the emperor, they can be removed from office and sent to the capital!"
In each province, there are only about two chief envoys from the second rank.
Once this decree came out, the governors of each province had frightening powers at this critical time.
Fortunately, after Qi Shence left Beijing and the previous arrangements, the governors of each province are now their own.
The key is actually the word "check".
Zhu Houcong glanced around: "I will be more tired this year. If I kill this time, the sea and the sky will be brighter!"
Within one day, fifteen imperial edicts were issued.
Except for the edict to redefine Confucius' worship ceremony and send it to the entire Ming Dynasty, there are also other edicts in southern Zhili and other provinces.
Outside the Chengtian Gate, Wang Rumei and six other officials who were filled with grief and anger and uttered arrogant words were indeed executed with sticks, as well as seven supervisors and scholars.
Fourteen people were killed with sticks on the spot, and 257 people were carried out of the left and right Anmen alive.
Dismissal from office, removal from prison, and dismissal from honor.
Strangely enough, in this capital city, there was a heavy rain after nightfall.
Tang Shunzhi listened blankly to the sound of rain outside the window.
Zhu Houcong also felt a little crazy in the Yangxin Hall.
But what about the South?
